"C'mere, baby. That's right, you can do it! Whee! Yay, you did it!" A happy mother cheered, as her one year old son struggled into her arms as he was being taught to walk.

She picked him up and flew him up into the air in her arms, the small boy beginning to laugh himself silly.

The mother put him on the ground by their Christmas tree, which was pretty barren. There were only being about eleven or twelve presents being under it, and they were mostly for the small child. Even when the mother's sister and her family come over with gifts, they still won't be plentiful.

The child started to crawl towards the family dog, but abruptly stopped. He thought for a moment before carefully and shakily standing up on his own. He slowly made his way over to the huge dog, taking around one step per three seconds.

Once he made it to the dog, he plopped down in front of it and began snuggling with it. He yawned a couple times before resting his small head on the dog's back.

His mother then immediately squeed with delight at the sight before running to snag a camera.

After taking a few pictures, she put the camera away and went to grab the sleepy toddler.

A few days previously, she had found out that her baby absolutely loved to nap behind the Christmas tree, which was in the corner of their living room.

So she picked him up and put his favorite binkie into his mouth, before tucking him in a tiny little bed that was set up for him behind the tree.

She kissed his forehead and handed him his small stuffed Christmas chocobo plushie before crawling out from behind the tree.

She quietly walked to the kitchen and began making dinner, awaiting her husband.

She glanced at the rather large pile of bills that were on the counter and sighed, before taking her mind off of them by peeling potatoes and humming 'sleigh ride'.

She didn't have to wait long for her husband to arrive, because it was when she had begun to chop carrots and celery that he had come home, looking rather stressed.

He roughly dropped the mail onto the counter, them mostly being more bills.

When his wife, who we shall henceforth call… Cameron saw him drop the bills where the pile of them was, she sighed.

"More, already? When do you think we'll-"I DON'T KNOW, ok? I just don't know! Give me some time to think. Working two part time jobs is absolute hell, you know?" He said, walking over to the counter and sitting on a stool. He put his head in his hands before sliding them back through his hair.

"Honey, maybe if I get a couple of jobs-"No, you can't. We won't be able to afford daycare for the kid. Speaking of which, where is it-"He," Cameron interrupted, but continued. "He is napping behind the tree; he enjoys it immensely," She kindly smiled.

He raised an un-amused eyebrow at her, before twisting around on the stool and looking behind the tree. He saw the small head of slate colored hair and the binkie gently moving in his mouth. Cameron saw him roll his eyes in what she wanted to believe was uncaring silliness. But she truly knew that it was in disgust.

Samuel was never really too proud on having a child. If compared to the Sims 2, she would guess that his aspiration would either be popularity or wealth. He wasn't very happy when he found out that she was pregnant, but his mood became a bit brighter when he learned that it would at least be a boy. Even then, though, he never did anything to help except go to work. Cameron really wanted a divorce; she didn't want her baby to have to be subject to such an uncaring father, yet she didn't want to subject the child to early on divorce, either. So in a way, she didn't want a divorce.

Samuel had, by this time, begun reading the days newspaper. He never had time to do so in the mornings before he left for his occupation, so he always did when he got home.

"Hey, look. Here's a way to make money," He said, pulling a page out of the paper and handing it to his spouse. "We could just send the kid down,"

He pointed to an ad that was labeled '$449 a day'.

It read:

'If you are in need of some extra money, we suggest you bring a not so beloved family member down to 527 South Geeck street so they can be tested on to find out important things! Pays about $450 a day. Call 982-1448 for more information.'

Cameron's head shot up to look at her husband in fury.

"What is your problem?!" She hissed, reaching over the counter and slapping him.

"I… I know you don't like Zexion. I know. But… just please try and be a good father, or we shall have to get a divorce!" He said sadly, sighing and combing a hand through her hair.

After that, the only noise that could be heard for what seemed like minutes was the air conditioning and Zexion's booger crusted nose making noise as he breathed through it in his deep sleep.

"Where do we get the papers to sign?" Samuel finally asked, entwining his fingers and placing his chin on them while his elbows rested on the counter.

Cameron looked like she had just been slapped.

"W-what?!" She screamed.

"You said one of our options was divorce. That's what I want," He said, in a completely collected tone.

There was another moment of silence before Cameron roared with rage, and stormed out of the house with car keys in hand, most likely heading to her sister's.

In her anger, she made the worst possible mistake that could ever occur. She had left little Zexion alone in the house with that… that beast of a man!

She didn't have any idea why she went out with him in the first place, or even kept the child when she found out she was—

No, she shouldn't think like that. Abortion is… Murder. She would never kill such an innocent thing like an infant!

But why she accepted his proposal she will never know. She knew he was a gold digger, but… She sighed. It was for her child. She didn't want him to grow up without a father…

Of course, that was when she realized she had left Zexion alone with him. Horrified at the thought of her son being experimented on and tortured, she immediately turned the van around and rushed back home—

-Only to find that her nightmare had come true. Samuel was gone, as was Zexion. She took note of the newspaper, which had been cut for the directions. When she realized that there was now a good chance she would never see her little baby boy again, she dropped to the ground sobbing.

What a fool. That pitiful woman was stupid enough to leave her most beloved child with him, giving him the most opportune moment to rid his life of the child.

How perfect. Insert evil maniacal laughter here.

So, taking advantage of this, Samuel quickly yanked the boy from behind the tree and shoved him into his car.

He reached his destination in fifteen minutes, but it was worth it.

He quickly grabbed the boy and hastily strolled to the front door. Yes, the super secret lab of doom was a house. Of doom. Samuel pounded on the door several times, before finally getting an answer.

A woman answered the door, her eyes telling Samuel that she was cold and uncaring. "What do you want? This is extremely private property and you will be blasted with radioactive juices if you don't leave in the next-" I'm here for the ad in the paper. Take the kid, give me the money," Samuel interrupted her, handing the sleeping child over to her.

"Come in and talk with Hojo," She snapped, turning and walking back into the house, Samuel following.

Once payment matters were taken care of, Samuel became the happiest man alive. No more annoying ass child or wife to deal with, money rolling in…

"So just send these checks to this address and I'll cash them in, and you can keep the kid until he dies or something," He, Samuel, said, taking out a cigarette and lighting it.

He offered one to Hojo, who refused.

"Oh, and do your worst on him, will you?" Samuel asked, smirking cruelly.

Hojo cackled along with him, and obliged to his request. 'Oh the fun I will have…' He thought.

So, the beginning of the beginning. Yup. IT took a LONG time, (3 monthssss) yes, but it's something. Will be updated soon (hopefully).

Review, and tell me what you think. Please.